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Age cannot wither her whom not gray hairs
Ah! bless'd are they for whom, 'mid all

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er

As doth his heart who travels far from home.
As Joseph was a-waukin'

Auld Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole
Baby, baby, ope your eye

Before I knew the love of man

Brightly for him the future smiled

Brook, of the listening grass

Children are what the mothers are

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Cling to thy mother; for she was the first

Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east
Departed Child! I could forget thee once
"Do you go to Norton, mamma, this next week?
Ere last year's morn had left the sky.

Ere the moon begins to rise

Every week of every season out of English ports go
forth

He brought a Lily white

He came all so still

He sang so wildly, did the Boy

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Heigh Ho! daisies and buttercups
"Ho, Sailor of the sea!"

Home they brought her warrior dead
"How many miles to Baby-Land?"
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
I have two sons, wife

I love it! I love it! and who shall dare
I see your face as on that calmer day
I thought it was the little bed

I wadna gi'e my ain wife

I write. My mother was a Florentine

Index of First Lines

If I were hanged on the highest hill

Is the noise of grief in the palace over the river
It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight
It was the winter wild

Just when each bud was big with bloom
Little baby, lay your head

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Long, long before the Babe could speak
Lord, I am weeping. As Thou wilt, O Lord
Love thy mother, little one! .

Mother of Christ long slain, forth glided she
Mother wept, and father sigh'd .
Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
My heart is like a fountain true

My little dear, so fast asleep

My mother bore me in the southern wild
My mother's hands are cool and fair
My own mamma!

"Now I lay me down to sleep"

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O, Hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight
O Mother-My-Love, if you'll give me your hand. 169
O that those lips had language! Life has passed
O when the half-light weaves

Oft in the after days, when thou and I

Oh, to come home once more, when the dusk is fall-
ing

Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose

Safe sleeping on its mother's breast

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Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see 83
Sea-Birds are asleep

She seemed an angel to our infant eyes!

Sleep, little baby of mine

Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom
So; it is nightfall then

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Still farther would I fly, my child

Sweet and low, sweet and low

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The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
The dark-fringed eyelids slowly close
The days are cold, the nights are long

The old face of the mother of many children
The wind blew wide the casement, and within
There sitteth a dove, so fair and white
They sin who tell us love can die

They tell us of an Indian tree

There was a gather'd stillness in the room
There's a song in the air!

This book is all that's left me now,

This, then, is she

Thou that once, on mother's knee

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"T is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid “Good-
night"
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee . 104
What is the little one thinking about?

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What is the pretty little thing

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What is the road to slumber-land and when does the

Within the crib that stands beside my bed

Woman! the Power who left his throne on high.

Would you know the baby's skies?

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

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